A/N: I came to the realization, when rereading The Hobbit, that very few authors show Mirkwood the way it most likely was in Legolas fics. Hence, I decided to write, yes, a Lego-fic. Oi. At least I'm not a fangirl, right? I hope this will be realistic. I appreciate creative criticism, but please don't flame. On the matter of time, this probably takes place about 100 to 150 years before the Fellowship. *~*~*~
Prince Legolas of Mirkwood laughed, leaning back on his chair made of a fallen tree's trnk, as his dear friend Nuyáviëion sang an old song. Firelight flickered against his pale skin and golden hair, as it did to the dozen or so other elves about them. His father Thranduil sat near to him, beside his eldest brother. The elves drank wine, sang, and danced.
Every head turned as the unmistakable sound of a twig snapping nearby cut through the air. The fires were immediately extinguished, the elves spreading and separating. Legolas hid behind a tree, bright grey eyes peircing the darkness, in search of the cause for the sound. He could see none.
Nuyáviëion, however, could faintly make out the figure of a girl, running blindly through the trees. He lifted his head, listening sharply. The sound of footsteps following her came to him. Silently, he crept back to Legolas, speaking in a low tone.
"A girl."
"Oh?" Legolas turned to Nuyáviëion, raising his eyebrows. "What would bring a lone girl into my father's wood?"
"Something gives her chase," Nuyáviëion whispered in response. "I know not what."
Legolas opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when the sound of spindly legs a distance away came to his pointed ears.
"The spiders are out," Nuyáviëion whispered, obviously hearing the same thing as his friend. "A bit away to the North."
"The girl you saw..."
"She'll run right into their webs," Nuyáviëion responded, glancing down. "Legolas, it is against your father's orders to allow ourselves to be seen by strangers, I know this. But surely we cannot allow a girl to be taken."
Legolas gulped, turning to Nuyáviëion and shaking his head. "Nuyáviëion, I cannot disobey my father." He glanced toward the North, pausing, then handed to Nuyáviëion his bow and quiver. Nuyáviëion looked up at him in wonder.
"Go quickly."
~*~*~* A/N: That was short, I know. Let me know how you like it, and I'll post more if I get a good response. *~*~*~*
Prince Legolas of Mirkwood laughed, leaning back on his chair made of a fallen tree's trnk, as his dear friend Nuyáviëion sang an old song. Firelight flickered against his pale skin and golden hair, as it did to the dozen or so other elves about them. His father Thranduil sat near to him, beside his eldest brother. The elves drank wine, sang, and danced.
Every head turned as the unmistakable sound of a twig snapping nearby cut through the air. The fires were immediately extinguished, the elves spreading and separating. Legolas hid behind a tree, bright grey eyes peircing the darkness, in search of the cause for the sound. He could see none.
Nuyáviëion, however, could faintly make out the figure of a girl, running blindly through the trees. He lifted his head, listening sharply. The sound of footsteps following her came to him. Silently, he crept back to Legolas, speaking in a low tone.
"A girl."
"Oh?" Legolas turned to Nuyáviëion, raising his eyebrows. "What would bring a lone girl into my father's wood?"
"Something gives her chase," Nuyáviëion whispered in response. "I know not what."
Legolas opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when the sound of spindly legs a distance away came to his pointed ears.
"The spiders are out," Nuyáviëion whispered, obviously hearing the same thing as his friend. "A bit away to the North."
"The girl you saw..."
"She'll run right into their webs," Nuyáviëion responded, glancing down. "Legolas, it is against your father's orders to allow ourselves to be seen by strangers, I know this. But surely we cannot allow a girl to be taken."
Legolas gulped, turning to Nuyáviëion and shaking his head. "Nuyáviëion, I cannot disobey my father." He glanced toward the North, pausing, then handed to Nuyáviëion his bow and quiver. Nuyáviëion looked up at him in wonder.
"Go quickly."
~*~*~* A/N: That was short, I know. Let me know how you like it, and I'll post more if I get a good response. *~*~*~*